Don Felipe is fifth in the Line of succession to the Spanish Throne, after his mother.

They were both thirty and Don Felipe was already a judge when they finally wed.

Their support for the revolution made them an impoverished family; however, they gained it back when Don Felipe returned to his profession.

Although the demon or whatever did not move its lips, it began to speak, to speak in pure Spanish, to Don Felipe.

Don Felipe took the offered seat and drained off the entire cup of wine, gratefully, then commenced his report to his captain.

Finishing the second cup of wine, Don Felipe took a deep, deep breath and plunged into the report.

"They have provided the accursed, pagan indios with firearms and are drilling them in their proper use, Don Felipe?"

It looked to Don Felipe, at first glance, that everything that would burn was afire.

As they two trotted back over to the downed commander, Don Felipe questioned the squire.

I don't know what the wretched things are," he informed Don Felipe, "but they're no kind of monster or other living creature.